two paths

two paths that run parallel
at times per chance they meet
those times, like moments of passion
those times taste so sweet
sometimes meeting often
and sometimes hardly at all
those times are like a pillow
a pillow to break the fall
life is never fair it seems
so unlike the life in dreams
so like the paths that someday meet
with moments of passion
and love so sweet
let me be the pillow that lay by your feet